THE DAIL G Monday, March 8, 1926. E. A Few Doses : of _ Dr. Wood's Norway i Syw = ~ May Stop That Cough Mr. Frank D. Comeau, West Bath N.B,, writes:--'I had a very cold and cough that settled on my and I thought that I would & bottle of it, and after the first I took I got relief, and by the # I bad finished the y T was I) ly relieved of all my trouble.' "Dr. Woud's" is put up only by Real Danger » Don't wait for the motometer to danger before opening the jator covering. Your warning is sudden 'rise of the red line, ree : of where it happens to be the rise commences. p Edna Farley, fosmer tax col- r of Belleville, died suddenly urday morning at the family here. This is a rich country; but how ilies never have heard the : "Go easy with the butter."? hyphen is the only plausible ex- for breaking a word. ANS J -» - -- F Superior in every way that makes Tea a most delicious and refreshing beverage. 9 1S SUPERIOR TEN BLACK GREEN ,MIXED Set your stomach "ever it was that had, fired the shot 'THE YELLOW STU GREAT NEW MYSTERY SERIAL By Ernest Lynn x 3 L Henry Rand, 55, a business man, is found murdered in a cheap hotel in: Grafton. Police find a woman's handkerchief and tho stub of a yellow theatre ticket. Janet Rand, his daughter, "disgrace." Jimmy Rand, son, gocs to Chicago, where the theatre is. The stub is traced to Thomas Fogarty, a political boss, who says he gave it to Olga Maynard, a cabaret sing- er. : Jimmy meets and falls in love with Mary Lowell. Later he encounters Olga. She faints at heariyg police want her for murder. Mary, out with Sam- uel Church, a wealthy lawyer, sees Jimmy lift Olga into 'a taxi and misunderstands. Olga tells pomce the stub might have come into posses- sion of a man who "picked her up" two nights before the murder, Jimmy receives my. sterious warnings to leave Chicago aird later is attacked at night by two men, but escapes. | With Jimmy and Mary. es- trangled, Church gets Mary's promise to marry him. Mary tells Jimmy this when they meet and he, trying to hurt her, accuses her of marrying for money. § That evening Jimmy and Olga see, in an auto, a man they both recognize--she as the oman who got the stub, he as one of his attackers. The man and his companion 'escape. Later they recognize his police picture as that of Tke Jensen. Church; out driving with Mary, runs over a dog. His heartlessness kindles hatred in her and she breaks their en- gagement. The next day he at- tempts a reconciliation at her office but fails. On the street he encounters Jimmy, who of- fers his hand in congratula- tion. Church snarls and turns away. ~~ XXXV. A round hole was in the pane, a hole fringed with splintering glass. Jimmy threw the window up with a bang, for the light shining from behind them prevented them from seeing a thing outside. Glass came tumbling out of the sash and fell about them: Up the street, in the darkness, a fleeing figure. . . "There he goes!" Barry grabbed Jimmy's arm in his excitement. "Climb down the porch." Jimmy led the way and they clambered over the railing, hung by 'their hands and dropped to the ground. They ran up the street, but who- had vanished. 4 Barry saig, as they were return- ing: "He may be hiding. I don't 3 tic symptoms. bt with Seigel's Syrup. Any drug store. y a Famous Orchestra ra Famous Tenor George Olsen and His Music '. t "some, he explained, relish the idea of having him take another shot at us." But Jimmy had no such fears. A concrete dangér--something they could put their fingers on, &0 to speak---was not half so trouble- as the vague premonitions he had been exper- iencing. "In a way, Barry, it's comfort- ing to know that, after all it's a human being we're dealing with. There's been something super- natural about this watching, and the letters... . . In front of the house, ironically enough, they encountered a police man, the one O'Day had stationed as a sort of bodyguard since the night Jensen and his companion had followed Jimmy home. 2 He was just back, he explained, from ringing in at the call box. No, he had heard no shot, hadn't seen anyone.. « : "The fellow must have been watching--waiting -for the right mo- ment," said Barry. "you didn't get a good look at him?" The policeman had pulled out a notebook. "No. Just a glimpse of him run- ning away in the darkness. Couldn't even tell you how big he was." "Pll ring in for some help and we'}search the neighborhobd.' The, policeman seemed troubled. "rn have to make a report. YSorry - I wasn't here at the time. I'm sort of responsible, you know." "Not your fault," Jimmy assured him. "I'll explain it." i Mrs. King met them at the door, all a-flutter. The shot, it seemed, had awakened her. . . She insisted on all the details from Jimmy before she agreed to go back to bed. . . . "He must have hidden on the porch, Jim," said Barry. He and Jimmy had climbed out of the win- dow and were looking in thé room. "Phat explains the open window that T saw when I came ' in the room." . "But he couldn't have beem out here all the time you were here. You said you had been in the room here nearly all evening." "No. Chances are he waiited out- side until I lit the light. Then when he saw who it was he jumped down and came back later. . . .I1 guess you'll 'admit now that I was right." "Right about what?" "I told you this fellow who has been writing the notes meant busi- ness. He meant to kill you, Jim. No question about it. Why don't you listen to and come home?" "Barry, let me ask you & ques- tion. If you were in my place would you let a thing like this scare you off? You know why I came here. Would you pack up and leave alter getting as far as I have?" "I ddpt know how to answer you. Jim. All I know is that I have a very wholesome respect for my scalp. That very likely would be my first consideration." wphat's just talk. You know very well you'd stick it out. This sort of thing can't go on indefinitely, We'll catch those fellows . sooner of later," Sleep was out of the question. .Polica came later to ply them with moro questions and to survey the porch and _ the broken win- dow. . . . . And so the two of them sat and talked far into the night. * * 8 At that moment Samuel Church sat in the library of his magnificent home, busying himself with a pile of legal bagers. . . .There was an important damage suit against the Q. & R. Railroad which he would have to defend. He scanned the documenis--some of them formid- able looking 'affairs----briefs, deposi- tions and notes on testimony he would have to bring out. ° : And yet it was hard for him to concentrate on his task, A frown knit his brow. He stared dreamily at the ceiling, pressing the tip of his pencil against his lips, He glanced at his watch. Two o'clock in the morning. Again he eat back in his chair, studying the ceiling. . . ; fired with a sudden reso'u- tion, he rose and opened a drawer. Taking out some stationery, fe uu- capped his fountain pen and slow- fy composed a letter. He addressed it to Mrs. F. C. Lowell. It was a very well written jetter. . .He loved Mary Lowe'l, and she had promised to ma him. . Now, because of a sudden whim, she had broken off with him. Wasn't there some way of getting her to . Y BRITISH WHI 11 wallet, held together with a heavy | rubber band. , From this he extracted a folded paper and a letter. With a quick glance around the room, as if fo | assure himself that. he was unob- | served, he opened them and read j{them. .But he read them 4 | mechanically, unseeingly, as if their contents alveady wéré familiar U him. : : 7 The worried frown on his deepened. From time to time | glanced up from his reading. | seemed to be waiting for something. He looked at his watch again, mut- tered an imprecation and then very carefully replaced the papers in the wallet and put them back in the safe. . « . The butler entered quietly. "A gentleman to see You, Church." He nodded, comprehendingly. "Show him in." Then he settled back in his chair and waited. brow he the ToOMm Mr. * "1 suppose," said Jimmy, as he and Barry were dressing the next morning, "I ought to: go out and look for a job. But what's the use? I can't seem to hold them after I get them." "The wlole thing looks "pretty suspicious to me," Barry remarked. "It looks as if your friend Of: the letters is conspiring to keep you .out of work. Probably he realizes that if you go hungry you'll be forced to go home." "It does look that way," agreed Jimmy. He was thoughtful for a moment. "Still, we might be dead wrong entirely. There dre such things as coincidences." "Why don't you, have: the police question this man Porter? If some- one did approach him, maybe the por lice can get him to admit it." "No use. He could easily say, if it came to a showdown, that he was satisfied I wasn't going to fill the bill--or that I wasn't he kind that would stick." "Well, give up the idea of work- ing while you're here, Jim. I've got enough to tide you over a while, if you'll accépt a loan." "Nothing doing, Barry. just the same." And nothing Barry would make him change Thanks could say his mind . * * There was a letter for Jimmy downstairs. When Mrs. King hand- ed it to him he introduced Barry. "You won't mind if he stays with me while he's in town?" he asked. And she told him she would be glad to have any of his friends. Jimmy broke away before she could inquire further into the affair of the previous night. "She's a good old soul, Barry, but, like all wo- men, Inquisitive. And I don't like explanations, though Lord knows she deserves one." He tore open the letter as they 'walked downtown. It was from Olga Ma: d, asking him to meet her at mooi. , He did, in front of the Mayfair Hotel, and he thought she had never looked prettier. "You won't mind if I treat you tog lunch; will you?" she asked. "It was my idea, meeting you, and it's my invitation," He demurred, but she was insist- ent. "AH right," he laughed. * "You said," she began when the head waiter had shown them to a table, "that you'd come to see me. You haven't. Are you mad with me?" "Mad with you? Heavens, no!" He looked at her seriously. "I've been so busy. 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